Chapter Twenty-Seven
Posey
“Silas, please. I can’t take it anymore. Let me come.”
I’m a whimpering, sobbing mess as he continues to edge me. It’s been over an hour, and I’m desperate for a release.
The butt plug’s securely in place with the vibrator on my clit and three fingers inside me. He curls them deep and rotates between fast and slow. And then right when the build-up intensifies, he stops.
“Say you’re mine,” he demands.
I refuse to give in.
My parents didn’t raise a quitter, and I’m not about to start now.
“Make me,” I sass back.
“Make you what?” he taunts, cracking his palm against my ass. “My baby mama?”
I’m on all fours and cuffed to the bed, so I can’t look back at him, but I imagine his smug grin reflecting back at me.
“I bet you do wanna knock me up, you psycho.”
He chuckles darkly, smacking my pussy with his hard cock. “Don’t tempt me, love. I’ll cum so deep inside you, your pills won’t stand a chance.”
Pretty sure it doesn’t work like that, but who I am to shoot him down when him inside me is exactly what I want right now.
“Then do it. Make me cum and knock me up, city boy.”
Those words must be enough to encourage him because he spreads my legs wider and positions himself at my entrance.
“Cum on my cock like a good girl, mama. Don’t hold back.”
He loves hearing me scream, and I love doing it for him.
Sliding in, I gasp at how full he always makes me feel. His Prince Albert piercing massages my inner walls with each thrust and when he brings the vibrator back to my clit, I nearly sob.
“Please, I’m so close…don’t stop.”
“Not a chance, love. I wanna feel you unravel around me.”
With his free hand, he fists my hair and continues slamming into me. I don’t know how he has the stamina after working all day and then cleaning all evening, but fuck—he deserves a medal.
It must be from all that yoga I made him do.
“Oh God, I’m—”
The orgasm finally takes over, floating through me like a highly anticipated sequel that’s even better than I imagined. I moan and cry out between the waves of pleasure that hit me while the toy continues vibrating against me.
Every time I squeeze him, the butt plug slides in deeper. And everything together is so intense.
“Fuck, oh fuck.”
Another orgasm hits me, nearly shooting me into orbit.
“Cum inside me, please…I need it,” I beg.
My limbs are numb, and my body needs sleep.
“Say you’re mine, baby,” he growls, slamming into me harder. “I need to hear it.”
“I’m yours. Of course, I am,” I promise. “Always will be.”
“That’s my good girl.” He removes the vibrator and digs his fingers into my hips. “Hang on.”
I barely have time to inhale before Silas pounds into me, over and over, hitting my sweet spot until all I can see are stars in my eyes.
“You feel so good, baby. I’m gonna cum,” he warns.
Warmth fills me seconds later, and I gasp in relief. Silas loves being vocal in bed, but tonight, he screams my name so loud, I’m almost certain guests in the other cabins can hear him.
“Holy shit, are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No…I’m great,” I pant.
When Silas slides out of me, our mixed pleasure does too. Before I can ask him to uncuff me, he pushes his fingers back inside me.
“Can’t let my cum escape just yet,” he quips, shoving it back inside me.
“Now I’m startin’ to think you really are a psycho.”
“Only when it comes to you,” he says playfully.
“That’s not as reassurin’ as you think it sounds.”
“Maybe I should put the plug in your pussy instead so my cum stays in you all night. Or perhaps my tongue.”
“That’s how women get UTIs,” I deadpan.
“Baby, play along. I’m tryin’ to knock you up here.” He gives my ass a little tap.
“Uncuff me, and I’ll let you stick your tongue wherever you want.”
“Okay, deal. Relax a little so I can take the plug out first.”
As soon as he does and removes the cuffs, I groan at getting to put my arms down and roll onto my back.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” He caresses my face, pressing his lips to mine for a soft kiss.
“Mm-hmm. Completely blissed out,” I admit.
“I’m gonna draw us a bath. That okay?”
“Sounds perfect.”
After I relieve myself, Silas leads me into the tub and presses me against his chest, gently washing over every inch of me. He softly kisses along my neck and over my shoulder, going back and forth, then sucking underneath my ear.
“Silas?”
He hums.
I smile. “I love you.”
He tightens his arms around me and my head falls back on his shoulder.
“Can I tell you somethin’?” he murmurs.
“Of course.”
“I know I say how much you mean to me all the time, but just in case you aren’t sick of hearin’ it yet, you’re my whole world, baby.
The love of my life. I’d be nothin’ without you, and I hope I never have to experience being without you again.
I wanna make you my wife someday and be your husband.
Make some babies. Maybe even get a puppy.
Either way, the only future I see is with you in it. ”
My heart swells at words every woman loves hearing. Turning my head, I capture his lips and slip my tongue between them.
“Can we get another rat instead of a dog? They’re less maintenance.”
His chest vibrates with laughter. “Is that all you took from that?”
Giggling, I shift my body so we’re face to face and straddle his lap. I rub the P pendant on his chain between my thumb and finger, admiring how hot it looks on him.
“No, I gathered that you’re a very lucky man.”
“You’re right about that.”
“But I’m also a very lucky girl.”
“Also correct.”
Beaming, I wrap my arms around his neck. “And I can’t wait to be your wife and have your babies someday.”
After the busiest holiday season Langston Soapworks has ever had, I’m more than ready to rot on the couch for the next two weeks.
Over three thousand packages went out in the month of December, most of them with several bars of soap in their order. It was too much for the two of us, so I recruited extra help.
Amaya and I set up an assembly line with Bellamy, Mom, Aunt JoJo, and Maisie, which increased the packaging speed and number of boxes we could finish in a night.
When our videos started going viral a few months ago, we amped up our production to be sure we had enough stock and ended up selling out of everything.
Usually I’d work in between Christmas and New Year’s to get ahead for the Valentine’s Day drop, but Amaya and I need a well-deserved break. Plus, I want to spend as much time with Silas and our families as possible.
“Hey, did you dump out my Frosted Sugar Cookie coffee creamer?” Silas asks, walking into the bedroom with the container in his hand.
“You know I don’t touch that flavored crap.”
It took him ten minutes at the grocery store to decide between that and the Peppermint Mocha flavor. Eventually, I chose for him.
“You must’ve used it up yesterday.”
“No, it was half full.” He stares at it, looking confused as hell. “I don’t understand what could’ve happened.”
“Maybe Marjorie didn’t like the smell.” I shrug, sinking deeper under the covers.
It’s my first official day of vacation, but Silas insists on working from home for the rest of the week so he doesn’t get behind. He’s been filling out more bids, keeping up with the budget spreadsheets for the childcare center, and contacting the contractors to make sure they stay on schedule.
Even though he’s working more hours than he did at the farm, I can tell he loves doing this a lot more. He’s great with people, has an outgoing personality, and can sweet-talk anyone with his charm.
“What does that mean?” he asks. “Ghosts can smell?”
“I assume so. She once blew out one of my scented candles.”
“How do you know it was her?”
“’Cause as soon as I relit the wick, it went out seconds later. I tried a third time and same thing.”
“But she can’t even smell my creamer. It’s in the fridge.”
“Maybe she doesn’t like the smell of your coffee after you add in the creamer. Since you have a few cups each mornin’, the smell probably lingers throughout the house.”
He scrubs a hand through his hair and sighs. “This is nuts.”
I shrug again. “She knows what she doesn’t like.”
“Yeah, well I’d like some flavored creamer in my coffee!” He huffs, throwing up his arms.
“Just put in some half-and-half and sugar like a normal person.”
“Ugh, I might as well drink tar at that rate.”
He walks out of the bedroom, but I can’t help laughing.
Marjorie’s still adjusting to all the changes we’ve made the past few months, but she’ll get used to it.
A few hours later, I emerge from bed and go in search of my own coffee but make a fresh batch. Even though I’m not making soaps right now, I still have admin and marketing things to do, so I grab my laptop and sit on the couch with my mug.
“Hey, we got somethin’ in the mail from Jamie and Jackson,” Silas says when he walks inside.
I didn’t even know he left.
“What is it?”
“Not sure.” He slides his finger through the flap.
We haven’t seen them since the weekend of our double date, but I text with Jamie periodically. Nothing more than a hey, how are ya and what’s new message.
“Holy shit!” His mouth pops open and he laughs uncontrollably. “I fuckin’ knew it!”
“What?”
He hands it to me with a shit-eating grin.
It’s a Save the Date.
“Oh my God…” My eyes pop out of my head.
“You owe me a hundred bucks, baby!”
“They’re gettin’ married?” I exclaim. “Over my birthday weekend!”
“Yep, in six months. But now that I’m thinkin’ about it, the bet amount should double since they’re engaged already.”
I’m in too much shock to even respond to him.
I have so many questions.
When? How? What did their parents say?
Who made the first move?
When did he propose?
“This is unbelievable.” I stare at the words on the card, but they don’t sink in. “We’re being pranked.”
“Nope. Believe it, mama. I was right.” He fists the air and thrusts his hips.
I roll my eyes at his victory dance and flick the card on the coffee table.
“You’re insufferable.”
“You always say that, but I think you secretly love that about me.”
I hum, ignoring him.
“Admit it.”
“Never.”
He stands between my thighs, caging me against the couch with his arms. “Posey.”
“Fine, maybe.” I lazily lift a shoulder. “Sometimes.”
The corner of his lips tilt up. “How ‘bout instead of the two hundred bucks you owe me, I get to give you an early Christmas present?”
“I thought we were waitin’ until the twenty-third?”
Since we’re going to his mom’s on Christmas Eve and my parents’ on Christmas Day, we wanted a night with just the two of us to exchange gifts, blast music, and eat pizza.
“I know, but I’ll forfeit my winnings in exchange for one present.”
“Shouldn’t it be the other way ’round? You get an early one from me instead since I lost the bet?”
“Eh, who cares. Trust me, you’ll want this now.”
“Alright, fine. But it better be good!” I playfully threaten.
He tips my chin and crashes his mouth to mine. “It is. But I gotta pick it up from Warren’s, so I’ll be back in a few.”
“I’ll be here.”
While he’s gone, I finish my coffee and respond to some emails. I put up a job listing online to hopefully find another employee now that I have some downtime to go through applications. If we continue staying as busy as we have been, I could use a couple more workers.
“Babe, I’m back. Are you ready?” Silas calls out, shutting the door behind him.
“Yep.”
“Close your eyes!”
“You didn’t wrap it?” I ask, doing it anyway.
“You’ll see why in a minute.”
I lean back against the couch. “Okay, they’re closed.”
He walks in and sets something on the coffee table.
“Alright, love. Open up.”
My gaze lands on a new and bigger rat cage with accessories and toys already inside.
“Oh my God!” I squeal, jumping to my feet. “Teddy’s gonna love this!”
Movement at the bottom startles me until a gray dumbo rat crawls up one of the ladders.
“No way!” I smile at him looking at me. “I can’t believe you got me a rat. He’s so cute!”
He barely tolerates Teddy, so I know what a big compromise this is for him.
“Of course, baby.” Pulling me into his arms, he kisses the top of my head. “I’m in love with you and want you to be happy.”
My heart squeezes at how thoughtful he is and how I still can’t believe he’s mine.
“Even though you hate rats?” I ask, tilting my chin up on his chest.
He casually lifts a shoulder. “I figured Teddy needed a friend too.”
I laugh. “He definitely does.”
Opening the cage door, I offer my hand for him to smell. “What should we name him?”
“Maybe…Bear?”
“Teddy and Bear?” I giggle, reaching in and pulling him out. “I love it.”
I spend the rest of the morning playing with Bear before introducing him to Teddy. Rats do best with companions since they’re naturally social animals and thrive with playmates, so this was a fantastic idea.
“This cage won’t fit in my walk-in closet,” I tell Silas when he takes his lunch break. “But there’s plenty of room in your office…”
“Not happenin’.”
“Then I guess it has to stay on the coffee table,” I taunt. “Or maybe I’ll find a table to set it on in our room.”
He sighs, his gaze shifting to Teddy and Bear climbing up and down the ladders. There’s even a cute little hammock inside.
“Fine,” he surrenders. “But when we add onto the cabin, they’re gettin’ their own room.”
I smile wide. “Deal.”